Chapter 3 #2
“I know. Give it to me. I want you to give it to me.”
A brief second later—I did.
Every muscle in my body contracted. So hard that even my head curled, and my mouth found purchase on his shoulder. I bit down, muffling my cry.
His finger moved in and out of me, simulating what I really wanted—what I knew he was going to give to me next.
And I couldn't wait.
Because even though this was good, I knew his manhood would be so much better.
And that thought sent me further over the edge.
His finger stroked something deep inside of me that had never been touched.
And I felt myself begin the process of coming all over again.
But that was impossible. Right? I hadn't even come down from coming the first time, and yet here I was about to come again.
Even though I was in disbelief, my body began to tense up again—and sure enough—I started coming all over again.
I bit down harder onto his shoulder, unable to let go.
And I came.
Hard.
Even harder than the first time.
My walls tightened around his finger, squeezing so firmly I worried I might hurt him. Not that I could help it. I couldn't stop right now. Not even if I tried.
I came.
And came.
And came.
Until Stefan drew the very last of my orgasms out.
It.
Was.
Heaven.
My head finally flopped to the pillow, and I wheezed, gulping for air.
“Breathe, Francesca. Catch your breath.” Stefan placed soft, tender kisses all over my face. It felt so incredibly good that I wished we could just lie like this forever.
“I can't. You stole it.” I felt myself smile underneath his kisses.
He let out a low laugh. “And I'm about to steal your virginity. But I need you to breathe first.”
My hands inched back to his chest, and I touched the hair there. “I'm breathing. See?” I reached down, captured his hand, and brought it up to my chest. I could smell my musk on his fingers, but it was definitely not a turnoff. Instead, I wondered what our combined scent would be.
“Tell me when you're ready.” His hand slipped over my breast.
I moaned. “I've been ready for a while. Or couldn't you tell?” I teased. He'd promised to take my virginity—and I hoped he would do it soon.
“I'll give you some time if you need it.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Stefan.” My hands slid down his chest to his rock-hard abs. Gosh. They sure hadn't been like this when he was under my care. Stefan must've been working out. A lot. My fingers continued on their journey downward until I found what I'd been searching for.
Stefan inhaled sharply as my hand slipped into his boxer briefs. My fingertips whispered over his incredible hardness. “Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting. “I missed your hands.”
I laughed lazily. “No one's ever said that to me before.”
Suddenly, Stefan's hand moved from my breast to the side of my face. “And no one ever fucking will.” The fierceness in his tone caught me completely off guard. As did his mouth, taking mine in a devastatingly passionate kiss. He slid over me, moving my legs apart with his knees.
I stroked him, up and down, feeling him grow in my hand. I wasn't sure how he was going to fit inside of me. But I knew enough about life to know somehow it would. And I trusted Stefan. I knew he wouldn't hurt me.
I let go of him and pulled his boxer briefs down his thighs. Stefan reached down and helped me get them off. Then—his cock lay on my belly. “Rub me in your wetness. Get it ready for you,” Stefan panted in between kisses. The idea of doing that nearly made me orgasm again.
Then I did what he asked and grabbed his cock in my hand. I rubbed the tip over my well-lubricated slit. When the head glided over my clit—I gasped. Because it felt so freaking good.
The.
Best.
So, I did it again. And again.
Until Stefan grabbed himself out of my hand. “If you keep doing that,” he spread my thighs further with his knees, “I'm going to come on you. Instead of in you.” He nudged himself at my entrance, and I knew I wouldn't be a virgin much longer. Stefan would see to that.
An instant later—he began inching inside. One controlled thrust at a time. I felt his arms shake by my sides, and for some reason I found that so endearing I nearly started crying.
As nervous as I was—I was pretty sure Stefan was, too.
“You okay?” he asked in a strained voice.
“I'm way better than okay. Keep going. I'm good,” I partly lied and partly told the truth. Because even though Stefan was taking his time—like a gentleman—it still really freaking hurt.
And that actually surprised me.
I wasn't some young teenager. I honestly didn't think it would hurt at all when I finally had sex. Apparently, I was wrong.
Really wrong. I breathed through the pain and gritted my teeth. Surely once he was fully in it wouldn't hurt anymore.
Right?
Or that was what I told myself, anyway.
A minute later, he said, “How are you? Do you need a minute?” Stefan's voice cracked slightly, and I smiled. He really was sweet sometimes.
“I'm fine,” I lied and hoped the pain would end soon.
Stefan pulled out—almost all the way—and then pushed himself in.
And in.
And in.
Geez.
That did not feel good.
At all.
He very slowly moved in and out of me, causing sharp shocks of pain with each motion. It felt awful.
This was not at all how I thought it would be. It was like I had shards of glass—down there—and Stefan was shoving them inside of me deeper and deeper.
This was terrible.
Part of me wished Stefan had made good on his threat and come on me. Instead of wanting to come inside of me.
My eyes pinged open, and I gasped. “Oh, crap,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist. I had forgotten something very, very important.
Stefan stopped. “What? What's wrong?”
I let out a loud huff. “You're not wearing a condom. And I'm not on birth control,” I informed him. How stupid was I not to think of that extremely important fact until now? Good grief.
But instead of immediately retreating—Stefan swore a loud, pained, “Fuck!” as he thrust inside of me.
Hard.
He held me tightly to him. I could feel him jerk inside of me, filling me with his come.
Uh, oh.
That was not what was supposed to happen.
Not at all.
He stayed inside me, his cock pulsing over and over again. One thing I knew for sure—Stefan was not in any hurry to pull out.
And I guess—what was done was done. I could get a morning after pill when we landed. I assumed there would be stores and pharmacies where Stefan lived.
“I'm sorry.” He hovered over me and lightly brushed his lips over mine. “That ended a lot quicker than it should have.” He chuckled softly. “You shouldn't have told me you weren't on birth control.”
I looked at him and frowned. “What do you mean I shouldn't have told you? I should have told you earlier. Before you were inside of me. And you,” I shoved at his chest, “should have pulled out. I thought most guys were terrified of—” I waved my hand in the air indiscriminately, “the consequences.”
Stefan laughed.
Loudly.
And then he did pull out of me. And that hurt just as much as before. He collapsed onto the bed and slid me over. I snuggled into him.
“I am not most—” he took a deep breath, “guys.”
His arms circled around me and held me closer. I inhaled deeply, smelling our combined musky scent.
And I smiled.
It was perfect.
“You okay?” Stefan asked after a long while of silence. He rubbed up and down my back with no real agenda.
I nodded slowly and snuggled into him further. The exhaustion of the day—and night—was finally taking hold. I could drift off right here in Stefan's arms. I answered with a mumbled, “Yep,” against his chest.
He sighed and hugged me tightly. “Don't lie, Francesca. I know you're in pain.”
I opened my eyes and swallowed. “I'm fine,” I lied. Again. I really didn't want to talk about this. Ever.
This time, he sighed louder and lifted my head from his chest. “I'm sorry. I know I hurt you.” His eyes scanned my face. “It'll be better next time. I promise.”
I shrugged awkwardly and bit my bottom lip. I had no idea what to say next. “It's okay. We don't have to do it again.”
Oh, my gosh. Before that even left my mouth, I knew it was stupid. Why did I say that?
Stefan laughed so hard I bounced on his chest. “Oh, we're doing it again. Many times. Trust me.” His eyes sparkled, even in this low light.
And my poor, poor lady parts screamed in protest. They were not interested in doing that again. Not even with Stefan.
I pursed my lips together and looked down at his chest. “You took my virginity, Stefan.” I gazed into his eyes. “Mission accomplished.”
I shrieked as he rolled us, and I ended up on my back with him on his side.
“I don't know what you think is going on here.” His hand landed on the side of my face and held me there.
“And I don't really give a fuck at the moment.
I know that's an asshole thing to say, Francesca.
And I still don't fucking care.” His eyes bore into mine like they were digging for something.
“You're my wife. I finally have you naked in bed with me.
And that's all that matters. Right now,” he leaned down and kissed my lips, “I want to make love to you again.”
I inhaled as my thighs shut all on their own. “But I know you're hurting. And even though I hate the thought of you in pain,” he smiled and kissed me gently, “I can't tell you how much I'm getting off on the fact that you're in pain because I took your virginity.”
I shoved my hands against his chest. “What? What are you talking about?”
He chuckled and rolled to his back, taking me with him. “I know it's fucked up. But I love the fact that I was the first man in there.”
I tried to get up, but his arms around me were like vices. “You have a problem,” I muttered against his chest.
“Oh, I have several problems. But I'm not apologizing for this one.” He kissed the top of my head. “I love you. And I promise you'll actually enjoy the next time we make love.”
I tried to push away from him, but Stefan was too strong. “There won't be a next time.”
Instead of getting mad—Stefan just laughed.
Again.